“I turn to right and left, in all the earth I see no signs of justice, sense or worth: A man does evil deeds, and all his days Are filled with luck and universal praise; Another’s good in all he does – he dies A wretched, broken man whom all despise.”

I am deathless, I am the eternal Lord For I have spread the seed of the Word.

But all this world is like a tale we hear – Men’s evil, and their glory, disappear.

From moment then to moment their desire Gained strength, and wisdom fled before love’s fire; Passion engulfed them, and these lovers lay Entwined together till the break of day.

Our lives pass from us like the wind, and why Should wise men grieve to know that they must die? The Judas blossom fades, the lovely face Of light is dimmed, and darkness takes its place.

I’m one-hundred-fifty miles off Cape Horn, both autopilots are broken, and my boat is drifting toward one of the nastiest chunks of ocean on the face of the earth.

This rose of pearl-coated infinity transforms the diseased slums of a broken heart into a palace made of psalms and gold.

I think people will be surprised at how fast they go next year. I do think world records will get broken next year.

Who hesitate and falter life away, and lose tomorrow the ground won today.

No matter how strong a condom is, it won’t protect you from a broken heart.

Weep bitterly over the dead, for he is worthy, and then comfort thyself; drive heaviness away: thou shall not do him good, but hurt thyself.

Fill all the spaces between the broken pieces of you – with patience.

Transient emptiness over irreparable brokenness.